[ Cadel has gotten this question a lot, but not as much as one might think. He was nigh on infamous with his teachers all throughout his education, skipping grades right and left, and they'd all despaired of keeping up with him. Initially he'd tried to interrogate them on their subjects, but when their knowledge base ran short of what he wanted, he gave up on classes completely and sat in the corner, isolated, teaching himself and failing English for disinterest.

So he doesn't sigh at this question. He knows now that that had been specifically cultivated in him, on purpose, by Thaddeus. To be seen and to see himself as too smart, too above everyone else, to mingle with 'normal' kids and make friends... Even this experience with molecular machinery was carefully provided by Thaddeus as a manipulative step to his own ends.

Once Cadel had taken pride in it. Now he feels intensely humbled, given recent experiences before arriving here, and says only, ] I'm thirteen. I'm not as young as I look. Anyway, my adoptive parents wouldn't let me have a computer, so I built one. [ With tiny DNA wiring... Yes. ]